Sad Night-Song...

Sweetheart, the still is throbbing with a sensuous melody

Or is it just the night-wind sobbing in the willow-tree?

Seems I can hear an ocean crashing on a jagged coast

Or is it just the echo of something I miss the most?

Sweetheart, where is the vortex that inhales our fantasies?

What turns the sweet heart bitter, jading soft intimacies?

I hear a love-song sighing somewhere out against the dark

Or is it just the crying of a star that lost its spark?

Sweetheart, I hear the cadence of the midnight murmuring

A cello in the distance; or is it the whispering

Of summer in a garden where the blooms were lush and sweet

Before we sensed their petals cold and parched beneath our feet?

© Janet Martin